paroles de chanson Better Days - Avery Sunshine & Matthew Abbott

I wish I could describe it
Better keep my life in private
God He has pretty shit timing
Wonder why He keep me alive and
I'm really trying to see the bright side of a brand new mind
That's plagued with all this trauma
I was like 39 before 5
Ride, down 95 in the ambulance
I'm off an oxy, heart rate monitor turns ambient
Let me in to the kingdom with open arms
My moms open palms
Rest upon my forehead as they give me another scar
Raw mutters quietly
Taker bring me a new tombstone
And a new soul
And a noose so
They can find the loophole
Maybe another Make a Wish
How long until they realize I'm not materialistic shit

I'm fighting for my life and that's for real I fucking get it
I'm fighting for my life and that's for real I fucking get it

I met God once, I'll never forget it
I tell you that man He is nothing to mess with
I've fucking terrified that He's gonna take me next
But I'm also terrified He'll just kill all my friends instead
I'm a child processing extenstial dread
While I drive my family's debt into the red
Sometimes I wonder if they'd better off with me dead
They sucking the life outta me and I already bled
Like two pints today so they can tell me I still got cancer
I'm screaming on my knees like "please God answer"
All I can do is pray and wish for Better Days

Hey buddy, let's go home!